Leave all your comments about “Blow Up” out of here, thanks.
Seriously, what is it, can anyone tell me?
God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change, but also please, PLEASE explain to me why people still make movies like this one.
I cannot think of two words less-suited to follow one after the other, and also I cannot think of a movie title that conveys “ass kicking” better than this.
Other acceptable director comparison: Hal Ashby.
But up with Diego Ongaro and Freddie Gibbs and Bob Tarasuk.
And yet: It’s a pleasure to watch. Lee bless.
Hell yeah, big boys.
Pretty sure Shakespeare asked a question like this once. Okay, sorry, I don’t have a good, witty excerpt for this piece, fine, you got me.
For anyone in search of a “Luca” alternative.
You haven’t seen this movie already?! Man, you really need to get a Klute.
Like strawberry jam. Or Nutella. Or in some cases a plague. There’s so much love here, and it’s catching.
God, please, take my mead, take all of it, if I never drink another glass of mead again it’ll be too soon.
No nightmare like a Twitter nightmare, because one you put a Twitter nightmare out there, it’s online forever via screenshotting!
Who knew that a bit of darkness would be such a bother for a bunch of goats?
Bravo, Bravo, take a bow.
Do you have the urge…to purge?
A major catastrophe about a major asshole, directed by a major asshole and starring yet another major asshole, given new life on Blu-ray, where we can watch all of these majors collide – in two cuts!
When you are a horror journalist and you are also a dad, you think about movies like this one on Father’s Day. (And most days.)